The stage was already prepared.
Crimson stone pillars jutted upward like a thousand dragon fangs. Floating stone platforms drifted lazily in the smoky red air. In a wide circle around the battlefield, the Twelve Thrones loomed, and seated upon them were the Beast Kings—each a monstrous presence, each a sovereign of power.
At the very center of the battlefield, Agni Igris stood tall, his burning eyes sweeping over the gathered fighters.
Dozens of beasts, young monsters, battle-hardened youths—all clawing for glory and survival.
The air cracked with heat as Agni's voice rolled out like a crashing wave:
"This tournament is simple, it is a battle royale to the death. The last one standing will earn the right to become my heir."
His eyes narrowed as he coldy declared, "No mercy. No surrender unless your opponent accepts it."
The rules were final. The arena was law.
